Romance in the modern age: It’s Netflix and Chill, bottles and pills, and lots of unpaid bills. But please- I will hold out for butterflies. I will not swipe up, down. Or anywhere. I resist the archetype and stereotype I am supposed to fulfill. I seek my fellow freak and I will rest until I meet them. Until that day where fate should have us speak, may your words be as tender as your caress upon my cheek. But please do not weep if I am a blithering creep because I am simply looking for someone to call me “Clarice.” ♥️